Haven’t had much of a chance to write lately. Going back to work after all these years of not punching a time clock, has been interesting to say the least. I thought that I would be able to manage my schedule, work, take care of the home, the hubby the cats and also write. But I find that after an 8 hour shift, my brain is to exhausted to make sense of words and all I want to do is sleep. Instead, I come home, take care of Mike, scoop litter pans, feed critters and try to find the time to have a creative moment or two. It isn’t working.

Add to that it is kitten season and I turned down 9 kittens- yes, you heard me, 9 kittens all within one litter. Mom under a year old, not nursing- can’t imagine why after popping out 9 kittens into the world! She probably doesn’t have the strength to nurse! I told the gal she can come over and get some kitten replacement milk as I have plenty, but that there is no way I can accomodate that many kittens at one time, what with working and Mike and stuff going on.

I did take four kittens however- these are also WalMart kitties and they are partially feral but more social than most stray kitties. I have a beautiful gold and white female who is strikingly similar to my beloved Prowler with a coat like Franklin. I call her Slush because she has already made mush-meat out of both of our hearts. A tuxedo boy I am calling Rambo, a dark grey kitty I call Indiana Jones and another grey boy I am calling Greystroke because he loves to be petted. They are about 2 months old thereabouts, thankfully healthy except for crusty noses. The place is hopping right now as we skirt around kittens at play in the home-

The photo is of Rambo who is a real character.